SG-1 drabble fun...

[skroberts]

Yet another SG-1 drabble series. What else was I supposed to do with two words?! Convention is in Part 2. Callipygian is in Part 3. All parts 100 words each. (I rule. *g*)

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Title: Effigy (Part 1)
Author: S.K.Roberts

Oyi.

What the hell happened?

I can't remember.

All I know is whatever it was, it hurt.

My whole body aches...

Head... Chest... Back... Knees... Legs... Arms...

Wait.

Make that arm...

I can't feel my left arm.

That can't be good.

And I can't see.

Is everything just really dark?

God, I hope so.

I don't hear anything, either -- except for my ragged breathing.

At least my hearing works.

But still, I don't know what happened to me.

I don't know where I am.

I don't know where my team is.

So, what do I know?

This really sucks.

Oyi...

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Title: Effigy (Part 2)
Author: S.K.Roberts

Been lying here for who knows how long.

But I'm beginning to remember...

SG-1 came to a planet.

Met the people.

Daniel insisted on learning more about the local conventions.

Teal'c and I looked around.

I remember a castle-like structure.

Big rooms, lots of stone statues.

I remember a particularly busty female figure.

A loud noise.

The room shook.

My world tilted sideways.

Must have hit my head, because that's where everything ends.

I don't understand.

Teal'c was with me.

Is he hurt?

Why hasn't he helped me?

What caused the room to crumple?

Why does thinking hurt so much?

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Title: Effigy (Part 3)
Author: S.K.Roberts

Everything is still dark, but I can see shapes.

Now, I can even see why I can't feel my arm.

That statue I was admiring is on top of me.

How am I going to explain this to ol' Doc Frasier?

"What, ah, those bones? Oh, they were crushed by the callipygian curves of a piece of rock."

I bet I'd get a look out of her if I actually said it in those words.

Oyi, I'm babbling.

I think I'm not doing so well here.

I really shouldn't sleep with a head injury and all.

But I'm so tired.

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Title: Effigy (Part 4)
Author: S.K.Roberts

Whoa, different surroundings.

The Infirmary.

"Jack, you're awake!"

Oh, look. My entourage is here.

"Wha happened?"

"The Goa'uld attacked. The building you were in took a direct hit."

"Ah. So that's how I became a human pancake..."

"I tried to awaken you after you were injured, O'Neill, but I could not. I thought it best to leave and gather assistance."

"But you're okay?"

"I am."

"We got the locals to safety, sir, but the attack continued. Sorry it took so long to get to you."

"But everyone's okay?"

"We're fine, sir."

"Good."

Questions quelled.

Now I can finally sleep easy.


Author's Note: convention -- a practice widely observed in a group, especially to facilitate social interaction; a custom ... callipygian -- having beautifully proportioned buttocks


(Also, my End of Week Post has been edited to include this.)